kurtz

Its two pm on a saturday, Im usually up by eight plus on weekends, out by eleven so i wont waste the day. Today i just feel like hibernating in my room.

Yesterday i had to go Dr Polunin's house to collect some material for the videos i have to make fer the army. we arrived at his neighbourhood, near where hillview mansion used to be. couldnt see his house number. me and danny joked that it was probably further in the vegetation bordering the end of the street. In a bush in the vegetation we actually did see number 72. we rang the bell and went in, greeted by two angry dogs and an army of cats and less angsty canines. a racially ambiguous woman who introduced herself as Olga opened the house door for us and told us the good doctor was waiting fer us downstairs. The actual house was cut into the side of the Bukit Timah hills and had an actual stone bridge, leading out to the front door, on which fluffy and puffy gave me the impression that they were fancying a nice fat slice of john's thigh fer an afternoon snack. Or perhaps a testicle each, they afterall were an old-world gentleman's dogs and they'd probably share.


The whole thing had a very bad and ridiculous feel about it ala texas chainsaw massacre, or any other movie which involved idiots going to a place god had forgotten about. i went down the steps against my better judgement.

The Dr was lying back on his chair like a colonial lord in khaki shorts with his shirt open, exposing his ancient and whispy haired chest and stomach, gone ridiculously large from almost a century of beer and good food. His asian wife sat beside him, dignified like an english burra memasahib from the twenties. faded king and queen.

That was the start, of a very painful three hours as we tried to get the material we needed from him, and leave to start editing the videos togther to meet our deadlines. His conversations steered gently away from the main pressing questions, taking a tributary instead of the river and going along to sub- tributaries and estuaries. Before we knew it were lost at sea.

Years of deference had eroded his mind and he thought in an unquestioned monologue. As sleep started taking over, Danny started to headbang to some secret silent rock song with a slow and irregular beat.

i thought we would never leave. finally we made up an excuse to leave and left more or less empty-handed having accomplished nothing. ( wanted to nick some old paintings though). As i left i noticed the man actually had 2 natural streams flowing down the hill on his property but then again you couldnt tell when his property ended and the Mindef owned jungle began, cos they were no fences or boundaries at all.

One of the 2 earlier dogs became really docile and sad, with the tired hungry soulful dog eyes u can find on people.

Said goodbye to Polunin and his world, slammed the cab door shut, and sped off to my weekend.